I had a lucky one last week. Coming back from London, the M1 was closed around Luton so decided to hit the A5. I was making use of the phantom centre lane (why did Nanny delete them) and overtaking a line of sluggards @ 85-90kph, when suddenly in my rear view appears PC Outraged, driving his unmarked white Peugeot 406. Sure enough the blue lights flash, silens screech, he pulls me over and proceeds out of his vehicle in a northerly direction towards the S3. I'm sitting there trying to remember how many points I've got, whether they drop off after three or four years and watching that b'stard caravan I tried to nail disappear over the prow.
"Do you know what the speed limit is on this road, Sir?" came the predictable question.
"The national speed limit?" I enquired politely.
"That's correct, Sir. 60mph. You were doing 90."
I didn't lower myself with a pathetic excuse, waiting for the inevitable "You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence blah blah blah". But no. He simply said "I couldn't fault your driving except that you were going far too fast. Now slow down and take your time and we'll take this as a warning.
I can tell you that I was so happy I put my foot down all the way back home after that. Joyous days. [img]/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/groovy.gif[/img]